Author: gatekat and starshield on LJ
Pairing: Prowl/Jazz
Rating: NC-17 mech/mech
Codes: Crossover, Slash, Sticky
Summary: Jazz and Prowl have another night together, one filled with both pleasure and pain.
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics .livejournal .com/290 .html) We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; breem = 8.3 minutes; joor = 6.3 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond/hardline talk
::text:: comm chatter
At All Costs 17: Lover or Duty?
The Praxian's steps were slower this time as he made his way once more to the quarters he rarely used any more. How much they were used by others was something he would have to ask Jazz, since he had essentially given the pleasurebot permission to use them as he pleased. Jazz...
The energon Prowl carried with him was for them, high quality midgrade much like what Soundwave had offered him the first time they had refueled together in the officers rec room. Soundwave...
With him also was a gift for the silver minibot. It was practical, but all the same something that Prowl hoped his lover would appreciate and enjoy. Reaching the room- he didn't even think of it as his room anymore, with Soundwave's quarters his home now- Prowl still walked straight in as the door opened before him.
"Hey lover," Jazz greeted him cheerfully from the berth where he was making a delightfully sensual display of himself given all his panels were closed. "You look thoughtful."
Prowl stopped in his tracks as he door slid closed, optics sweeping over the beautiful form sprawled on the berth. A small smile of greeting as he held out one of the cubes of energon. Without hesitation Jazz rolled gracefully to his pedes and walked over to accept the cube, though he claimed a kiss as well.
"I am distracted this orn. Apologies," Prowl smiled at the contact, warmed by the easy, affectionate way they interacted. So different from being with Soundwave, yet no less desired.
"Forgiven," Jazz purred and took a sip. His visor brightened in surprise. "Thank you," he said with absolute sincerity as the smooth, perfectly balanced energy slid down his intake and into his tank. "This tastes like one of Mixmaster's better brews."
A smile, almost a smirk really, and a flicker of pride in Prowl at his ability to surprise and please Jazz. He leaned in to steal another kiss, savoring the mix of flavor that was Jazz and the sweetness of the energon.
"It is. I was hoping you would like it." He explained as he broke off the kiss and nuzzled against Jazz's sensor horns.
"Mmm, I very much do," Jazz said and turned into another quick kiss. "A special occasion?"
Prowl shook his head, setting his energon aside and drawing Jazz against him. "Nothing other than finally getting to see you again."
The silver mech shivered in anticipation and enjoyment of the contact. He slid his arms around Prowl's shoulders. "I'm very happy to be in your arms again," Jazz murmured as he snuggled close. "I hear you've finally got an instructor you mesh with well."
Prowl hummed as he simply enjoyed the contact and the calm that flowed through him at just being close to Jazz. "Indeed. I believe my new master will be much more beneficial and effective than most of my past sparring partners. It is a welcome change."
"Glad to hear it," Jazz's field flowed with honesty, gratitude and pleasure. "I really do feel better than you're learning to protect yourself around here ... I heard you were on the battlefield too," he shivered in the natural fear of a non-combatant towards war.
Sensor wings twitched at the memories that surfaced and the emotions still not completely worked through that went with them. The memory pain reaction was one he was long familiar with, but the lingering guilt over being captured still plagued Prowl.
"As much as I wish it were unnecessary, I am thankful for the chance." He sighed, holding Jazz closer.
"So, on to better things?" Jazz suggested. "You brought delightful distilled and mixed energon and we have many joors to enjoy each other."
Strong hand stroked down Jazz's back, optics studying Jazz for a moment before Prowl nodded. "I like the sound of that."
"Good," Jazz purred, revving his engine and extending a playful tendril of desire into his field for Prowl to feel as he stepped backwards towards the berth until he let go of Prowl to fall backwards in a graceful sprawl, looking up at Prowl with desire and an open hope the larger mech would pounce on him, take and use him with those incredible wings spread out above them.
Prowl shivered at the desire, so different in intensity from what he was used to but no less honest. He glided forward, not pouncing but pinning the smaller mech to the berth firmly, claiming a light kiss. "Jazz?"
A low, desperately needy whine answered as Jazz squirmed under him. The silver mech's field exploded towards Prowl with the intensity of arousal this created in him, begging the larger mech to do more than make love. "Please," he gasped, offering his throat, his valve cover sliding out of the way at the same time as his dataport covers. "Oh Primus what you do to me."
The dataports were ignored, a part of Prowl needing to be sure that this was Jazz underneath him, Jazz kissing him, Jazz crying out as Prowl freed his spike and plunged it into the waiting valve. The physical pleasure was intense and with every stroke, every blissful cry Jazz let out shamelessly, Prowl was that much more convinced that this was the only valve he wanted.
The raw, core-deep bliss Jazz was radiating as his desire was indulged was intoxicating. So was the instinctive way Jazz moved into each thrust, the way the lithe mech moaned and shuddered and keened uncontrollably even before the charge built very high.
Any doubts that Prowl had were buried underneath mutual desire and pleasure. Bracing himself on the berth, he claimed Jazz's mouth as he shifted his frame to drive that much deeper and harder into the mech underneath him.
Moaning, Prowl broke the kiss so that he could watch Jazz when the mech overloaded, wanting to see his lover come undone and overload from what Prowl could provide.
He pushed his field into the smaller mech, encouraging Jazz to let go and found no resistance. A last thrust and Jazz cried out sharply, a static-filled sound that could have been Prowl's designation.
The beautiful silver minibot's features were expressive in his pleasure, unguarded as he overloaded. His valve rippled and squeezed the spike in it and his field replied in kind, seeking to drive Prowl over the edge.
Prowl only fought it for a moment, savoring Jazz's release before falling into his own, crying out in bliss.
He came around quickly, content but nowhere near spent as he settled down, mostly on the smaller mech. Wrapping an arm around Jazz he nuzzled him, waiting for his lover to come around as well.
"Thank you," Jazz whispered, a hint of guilt creeping into him. "I shouldn't have asked..."
Prowl pulled back, staring at him in confusion as doubt rippled through him. "Why?"
"You don't really love doing that," Jazz said simply, ducking his head in embarrassment. "It's unprofessional in the extreme to put my desires over yours when I'm being paid."
He flinched as though he had been struck, and Prowl freed himself, releasing Jazz and pulling away. Doubt resurfaced, stronger than before as he looked at Jazz. "Is that how you feel?"
"No," Jazz murmured, now radiating embarrassment, guilt and regret. "How I feel about you is why asking for what I wanted even crossed my processors, much less my vocalizer. It's hard to think of you as a client."
"You do still think of me as just another client?" Prowl pushed, needing to know and dreading the answer he might get in return. Jazz made his spark sing, made Prowl want and desire and feel seemingly without effort.
Prowl admitted in his spark, to himself, that he loved Jazz. If Jazz felt nothing for him, he wanted to know now. Before it broke him.
Jazz curled in on himself, hurting himself with every word he spoke as function-code punished him for inexcusable failures.
"No," he managed to choke out. "I love you, Prowl." He trembled in pain. "You aren't just a client. But right now I'm being paid to indulge you, to provide for your desires, not my own. My desires should, need to be on my own time, and only then."
Prowl broke, just not in the way he had feared he would. He pulled the smaller mech into his lap, holding him close, smoothing hands over armor meant to be soothing and sorry for what he had done. "Stop. Please." He kissed Jazz's helm. "My time is your time. My desire is for you to enjoy our time together as much as I do."
And then he stepped off a cliff.
"I love you."
Jazz could only sob and tremble as he pressed against Prowl, his field begging for forgiveness he knew he'd already been given. Slowly, too slowly for Prowl, Jazz calmed, his code soothed enough to let him be.
Slowly, Jazz nodded against Prowl's chest, his vents still hiccupping slightly as he breathed.
"I'm sorry," Jazz murmured. "My function code has fits about the emotions I wasn't programmed with originally."
"There is nothing to be sorry for. If anything I should apologize. I pushed you." Prowl continued to stroke down Jazz back, long calming strokes as his field wrapped around the mech in his arms, full of Prowl's own apology. "I'm sorry. But ... I needed to know."
Jazz nodded against his chest as he finally settled fully. He turned his head to kiss Prowl's chest seal.
"So ... um, how do I fit in with Soundwave?" Jazz asked, uneasy but needing to know. Soundwave was not a mech to steal from, especially not a lover.
Prowl vented softly, nuzzling at Jazz's helm. "I have no intention of leaving Soundwave, nor do I intend to give you up. He has not said anything against my spending time with you, and I do not plan to bring it up until he does."
Jazz nodded and crawled up Prowl's chest to kiss him. "You're planning though," he purred softly with an understanding smile. "You're too much a planner not to."
Prowl smiled, teasing Jazz's lips with his own. "I said I do not intend to give you up."
"I hope he doesn't object," Jazz murmured and kissed him again, moving his hands to stroke Prowl's chassis. "Indulge my coding. What would you enjoy most?"
Prowl hummed softly, sensor wings twitching as he considered, running a hand lightly over Jazz's chest plating to see what kind of reaction it earned him. The smaller mech shivered and rumbled in excitement, his engine revving in anticipation at just the possibility of touching their sparks.
The shiver traveled through Prowl as well, and he kissed Jazz. "Share with me?"
Jazz answered with a moan and flare of desire in his field as he parted his chest plates. "Please," he moaned.
Prowl rested his head against Jazz's, lifting the smaller mech easily to bring them on level as he bared his own spark, excitement and just a hint of fear fluttering through him despite how much he wanted this. He was entranced by the glimmering purple light of Jazz's spark, so different from Soundwave's, even different from Prowl's own.
"Pleasure ... or more?" Jazz offered with a trembling voice.
"Pleasure." Prowl confirmed, trembling at holding back when all his spark wanted was to touch the one so close to it.
Jazz smiled warmly and leaned forward, brushing their coronas together. The jolt of pleasure-energy rushed through them both, drawing moans as they pressed closer.
Prowl was prepared to loose himself to the sharing as he always had before, and it took a moment with the next rush of pleasure to realize that he was still somewhat in control. A split second of consideration and it was Prowl who initiated the next touch, bringing Jazz against him and drawing out the contact longer.
With a delighted sound Jazz surrendered all control to his lover, offering up himself to Prowl.
~Love you,~ Jazz moaned across the growing connection between them.
Prowl whimpered, his own want/need/desire flowing across the connection as answer to the admission as he willingly fell into the merge, taking whatever Jazz offered and giving as much in return until the universe whited out in bliss that went beyond the physical.
It took much longer for Prowl to come around this time, his systems still not accustomed to this wonderful form of intimacy. He purred in contentment though, snuggling Jazz closer against his now closed chest plating. "Wonderful."
"Very wonderful," Jazz purred in reply. "It's special when you desire who you're with."
Since Prowl could not imagine baring his spark to someone he did not love, much less someone he didn't even desire, he decided he would have to take Jazz's word on that one. He nuzzled Jazz affectionately. "And I certainly desire you."
The silver minibot purred and reached down to stroke Prowl's spike lightly. "A good thing, to me," Jazz murmured as he stretched into a kiss.
Prowl moaned, hips shifting into the touch. "Which is all that matters."
"I love your pleasure, Prowl," Jazz said into a kiss that quickly became passionate. "How you taste. How you feel against me, inside me, around me."
Prowl's field flared in response, wrapping around Jazz and carrying Prowl's feelings with it. His need to have Jazz with him, his desire to see him happy, his want as his hands traveled down the silver frame to rest on Jazz's hips before diving into the joint seems in search of the sensitive wiring buried there.
"I love you." Loved the life in Jazz, loved the way that Jazz could get him to feel, the balancing of excitement and content peace when they were together that Prowl had initially found so addictive.
A low, full-frame moan echoed in response as Jazz trembled. "Love you, addicted to you, want you so bad." His hips tried to press into the mirrored touches before he gently pushed Prowl to his back and straddled his waist. "I know you love to watch me ride your spike." Jazz grinned down at him, adoring and playful at once before he lowered himself onto the spike he enjoyed so much.
"Beautiful." Prowl responded, a tremble running through his frame from the feelings directed at him and from the wonderfully slick pressure around his spike.
Fingers dug in, finding the spots Prowl remembered there as his wings flared.
"So you are," Jazz visor latched onto the spread wings as he did his best to arch and display himself for his lover ... and oh yes, client or not, Prowl was his lover now. "So beautiful. You feel so good inside me." Jazz trembled. "I hope Soundwave feels this good for you."
Prowl smiled a little, reaching up to draw Jazz into a kiss, passionate and gentle. "Soundwave is very good. But he is not you." He kissed Jazz again. "And you are not him."
Jazz moaned into the kiss, his hands spreading across Prowl's chest once more. He trembled in memory of just how sweetly intense their merge had been. It was an entirely different kind of pleasure, but ... Jazz was addicted. He knew it deep down. He'd merged with thousands of mechs over his vorns, always for pay. But Prowl ... Pit take him, Prowl really was different.
And Jazz wanted him, all of him. Wanted to be completely honest with him even though he knew he never could be. Not until they bonded.
Prowl quivered under the touch, glossa running along Jazz's lips as his hands traveled down Jazz's back, drawing the mech to him and stopping to tease Jazz's hips once more as he thrust upward slowly.
He wanted. Wanted Jazz any way the mech was willing to be with him and willing to give almost anything to keep him.
The implications of that attachment were something Prowl absolutely refused to contemplate, much less allow his battle computer access to.